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 No.19170[Reply]

Anyone have any stories involving pussy trauma of some kind? Preferably consensual but non-con is ok too!

 No.3686[Reply]

Fountains
(Cons, snuff, ff)

“I can't believe you let me talk you into this! This is going to be so much fun!”

Mia glanced nervously at Trish as her friend and roommate bubbled away energetically behind her in line. She was the classic blond stereotype: leggy, body toned from constant work, and huge tits that apparently used the blood supply that would otherwise be meant for her head. Far too popular with the boys for Mia's taste (envy) and needing constant help to pass her classes in underwater basket-weaving, or some such, the two had nevertheless struck up an unlikely friendship. Mia claimed that doing otherwise would take far more energy than just submitting to the inevitable, but secretly she enjoyed the hijinks Trish got them into, things Mia could never have thought up herself.

Mia was a stereotype too, she knew it, and she hated it. The bookish asian girl, pursuing a degree in applied mathematics. Small in size and height as well. Shy. Glasses. Overlooked. If she hadn't lucked out with her roommate, Mia knew her life would consist of haunting the library and computer labs between classes, and very little else. For some reason however Trish was always going on about how cute Mia was, which was what had led them into this mess. Mia was tired of cute. Puppies were cute. She wanted something else.

After one cute too many, Mia finally cornered her roommate and demanded something else, something not-cute. Trish, of course, went berserk. Both their closets were inspected and rejected, prompting a impromptu shopping trip that left Mia dazed. A passing comment that black fit her personality had resulted in a pair of sore nipples as Trish pinched till Mia took it back, but it did seem to set the theme. Things were applied to her hair that she didn't know existed. Previously unmolested hair follicles lost their innocence, to the sound of much cussing. Makeup was committed. Looking into a mirror afterwards though, Mia saw hot.

The end result had been sexy goth. Laced knee boots that added 4 inches to her previously short stature before trailing off into dark stockings that ended exactly at the level her skirt started, ensuring that a ring of pale flesh would be flashed with every movement she made. A black corset put on over a matching dress somehow managed to support and reveal her chest in a way that made her breasts seem bigger than they ever had before. Possibly by squeezing her lungs into thePost too long. Click here to view the full text.
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 No.19127

>>19120
That's a blast from the past. Never thought I'd see it again, thanks for sharing!

 No.19128

This has always been one of my favorite stories. Glad to see you're still putting out new work.

 No.19129

Loved this story. Keep writing.

 No.19141

>>19128
not to sound rude or anything but can you share with us how your writing has been going? I really want to read something new from you.

 No.19162

>>19141
I've been busy reaching real life goals at college and work, not much time for writing. Graduating this semester though, expect something sooner than later. Thanks for the interest.


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 No.19157[Reply]

"…and as you fine young boys and girls graduate and go forth into the wide world, we hope you'll keep the spirit and moral certitude of this academy alive."

The Head peered down at the rows of highschool students dressed in their uniforms, and looked to the side.

"And now, we come to the final part of this last assembly."

A schoolgirl walked out onto the stage behind him, blindfolded and with her arms tied behind her back. "This young woman has graciously offered up her life to be used in today's ceremony, as has been done since the founding of our colony 250 years ago." The schoolgirl turned towards the audience of her classmates. Her tanned skin shone with perspiration under the spotlights, despite the coolness of the air conditioned auditorium.

"Mr. Aikawa, if you would please come up and do the honors?".

The PE teacher stood up from his seat near the back and bowed, then made his way up to the stage. The samurai sword sheathed in a slim black scabbard at his side did not escape attention. The students watched with renewed interest as Mr. Aikawa knelt beside the girl and firmly took hold of her shoulders, pressing down and forcing her to kneel.

"Can I have a hand of applause for our very own Sakura Suzuki!"

There was a smattering of clapping hands.
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 No.19153[Reply]

outline of a story I'm too lazy to finish..

island hq of perverted villain Rapelord
constant rape of young victims flown in from all over the world
everyone on the island is required to be nude in dungeon area
slaves must be on their knees ready to serve
men are given ample viagra and any drugs they want
most slaves are broken in, others are being broken with drugs, still others are in pens
security is super tight, usually they're also raping
women are also dommes, also abusing boys/girls
wonder woman is chasing a suspect, comes to the island
she's disgusted by the place
decides priority is to save the slaves, esp ones being snuffed
she has to forego backup to save the ones in dire need
she finds a cell were men are raping a young girl, gang rape and torture with knives
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 No.19116[Reply]

She began to internalize that she was less than a human being after her arms and feet were amputated, after her tongue-tip piercing was welded to a plate screwed into her palate behind her teeth, after her mouth was sewn and glued permanently shut, after the hinge of her jaw was fused, after her vocal cords were removed. The young girl could not communicate. She was a thing. Over time she began to feel like a thing. She stopped making eye contact with people, because their eyes passed over hers.

Most of the time her fragile neck was chained and padlocked to a steel bar in a room at the back of the warehouse. People came and went, visiting the boss, hardly glancing at the bald little teenager curled up naked in the corner with a lifeless expression on her cute, childlike face. She was old news now. The daughter of his dead enemy. She was slumped against the wall with her cheek smooshed into the wallpaper and her legs folded to her chest so her thighs and butt looked like a peach. Bored and shivering in the cold.

Sometimes the boss stayed behind at night when everyone else left. He went to her, cupped her little chin, squished her cheeks, watched the dull eyes rise to meet his with only a faint spark of defiance left in them. He would unchain her slender, bruised neck from the wall, help her stand on her stumps, lead the shivering girl down the dark hallway to a different room.

He would hold her steady in front of a full-length mirror, run his huge, rough hands along her naked body and whisper "Look at yourself." The little girl would gasp and sigh and moisten despite herself, which was always very humiliating for her. She'd been raped many times as a child and now responded to threatening sexual touches with unwilling, traumatic arousal. (Raped by teachers and relatives, but never her father)

Her little face flushed hot. She swayed. She breathed hard and gulped as he touched her soft, vulnerable young body. She'd have moaned if her vocal cords still worked. In the mirror before her, an emaciated husk of a girl. Protruding ribs and hips. Hopeless eyes, someone no longer alive but merely waiting for death. Not a hair or eyelash growing anywhere on her.

His hand slid down her taught belly to her vagina. She leaned into his hand, pushed her genitals against him, closed her eyes and began to grind her pussy into his palm. The folds of her little flower dripping wet and slipping along the ridges of his fingers. The expPost too long. Click here to view the full text.

 No.19118

Short, sweet, and perfect!

 No.19151

A lovely story, thank you so very much!

 No.26019

Synopsis:

Depressed girl living alone in a cluttered apartment hangs herself. She loses consciousness, pisses herself, and dies. Hangs there for a few days. Then she gets resurrected as a demon, has two little horns on her head now. People who resurrected her enslave her. They send her home for the time being but they can control her at any time.

She goes back to her life, and has to hide her horns from her coworkers and friends. She has grown distant from her friends and they see each other less and less often.

Hiding her horns kinda feels like hiding the shame of her depression and successful suicide attempt.

They start controlling her. At first, they make her buy slutty clothes and show up to sex parties that they host, where she is a main attraction. She's raped and passed around, unable to control her body -- in more ways than one. Her body responds to it, she's soaking wet and she cums multiple times from her rapes.

The story goes on for a while. She tries to find a way to become human again.

The sex parties grow darker in tone. One night they give her to a guy who tortures her with a knife and other torture equipment, exploiting her demonic regenerating ability. They start giving her to him on the regular. To her despair, she finds that her body responds to this too. She's a masochist.

It gets to the point where he's torturing and raping her every night after work.
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 No.26120

Law School Pukes, intro

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"The accident inflicted catastrophic injuries."

I remember most of that night, and there was never a car accident.

What happened was some rich pukes from the law school dragged me into an alley, cut my clothes off under a yellow lamp full of spiders, and raped me. "Lift your hips up more baby." "Look at the little bitch squirm, she likes it." "I love when they look young like that."

Then the big guy started calling me another girl's name, cursing me and crying, saying I was a whore. He sat on my stomach and started punching me in the face while his friends laughed in disbelief. Moths fluttered above his head, drawn to the light. His huge shadow hunched over me, outlined in feverish yellow, and in the center of that darkness was his insane face, twisted in rage like a monster from a horror movie.

I remember realizing I was going to die. My last words were "Please don't," whimpered in a small voice like a child.

Then I woke up surrounded by doctors, watching the hallway lights pass over their heads.
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 No.19136[Reply]

Ok… i have a thing for hoodies


Of a certain shape and design and form


Of many kinds too

Like
Alot….i want to contain em all in a thing so they look and feel all the great… how do i write?

Not just guro but slimes too…
Cuz… multiple use?

 No.19138

Help i have like 10 mil stories i wanna do hahahaha help help

 No.19139

How do i manage and arrange and stuff on it hahahaha

 No.19143

i mean…
long story short… you fall for a popular star and…your entire life becomes involved with their life…

while trying to get close,
you realize they were never honest and that those precious time of weakness you are waiting for guiltily to become closer is nothing but your own weakness and intent to be connected…you have no love orwhatsoever but really just your own self pity that have so far motivates you

and the end as you parted, you realize you are grown but also ever distant with yourself…

and you repeat meeting them again
and becomes involved again

 No.19146

so, i guess since your crowd is smol you dont need to give your bestest first but rather start from your first worst content and build your audience from there???

Hm??

 No.19147

>>19146
/lit/ isn't the board for schizophrenic rambling.


 No.16114[Reply]

I’m going to start an archive of all my stories. I have several and I will try to keep this updated.


Kate and her sister Carmen were both in their early twenties. They were on a mission trip to Guatemala with their local church. Both were very religious and virgins. Kate was 24 and of obvious Irish descent. She was 5’4 with wide hips and a small curve to her belly. She had pale white skin and huge bright blue eyes. Her natural hair color was a light brown but died her stomach length hair a dark black. She had nice bangs that came across her forehead like a curtain. Carmen was 22 and of sportier build. She was 5’6 with narrow hips and dirty blonde hair. She shared the blue eyes. Her breasts were large D’s and had caused her back problems even at her young age. Both of the belly buttons were low on their bellies.

They were riding in a ratty old Toyota pickup from the church area to a small village nearby to deliver food. They were with two Guatemalan guides and a youth pastor. The rest of the group was already at the village. They were straggling behind.

The truck slowed as a cow blocked the narrow jungle road. Suddenly there was a commotion and several armed cartel members swarmed the truck. Only one of them spoke English.

“Get your hands up and look down!” He yelled at the girls.

The men snatched the youth pastor and drivers. They told the drivers to leave. They quickly scampered into the woods. The English speaking one went up to the youth pastor with a 1911 in his hand and asked him if he had any money or if he could get a ransom for the girls.

“I’m just a pastor, I have nothing I swear, these girls are just congregation, they aren’t rich, please spare us!”

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 No.18195

I dated Kate all throughout high school and for about a year afterward. She was a beautiful Irish blooded brunette with thick thighs and creamy pale white skin. We had lost our virginity together in 10th grade. We were very close. We told each other everything. I’m not sure if it was or youth that made us so open or if it was our compatibility of personality. Rumors had circulated around the school about me. A friend who was in band with me had discovered some of my snuff film collection. Some girls on color-guard were aware of my belly stabbing fetish as she joined the color guard the next year. Kate and I had started dating well after this and she was friends with the other girl who had discovered my “interests.” I always assumed she was okay with it. Once she pretended to be stabbed in the belly in front of me and it drove me wild. For some reason I could never admit it to her.

Two years out of high school I finally got the courage to tell her my interests. Our sex life was getting dull and I really wanted to be truly open about my desires. We talked over dinner at her rented home in our small town. I told her about my desires openly and she absorbed all of it without judging me or being afraid. I showed her a video of my desires. It was a simulated snuff film of a girl stabbing her self in the belly button and masturbating. That night she told me she would let me know what she thinks about all of it and we would talk the next day.

The next day when we talked she broke up with me. She said she was afraid, but not of me. I doubted her and felt terrible. I really thought she would understand. She was my true love with whom I wanted to grow old. Her beautiful blue eyes welled with tears as I said goodbye. That night she blocked me from all of her social media. I was devastated. I realized I could never share these desires with my future partners.

I was turning 30 in a few months. After a few failed relationships I found myself on a dating website. I was looking for something more than the girls I found in bars around the city in which I had moved. One day as I scrolled through I found Kate. I figured “what the hell” and sent her a match. To my surprise she matched me back. I couldn’t bring myself to message her. I figured she would think I was some kind of crazy killer man. I put my phone down and went to bed without putting too much thought into the situation. The next morning I was greeted with a message.

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 No.18200

Definitely your best story so far! Love the attention given to her bellybutton, hope we will get more of this in future

 No.18226

Really good story, I'm not fond of consensuals stab but this is really strong

 No.19140

truly fantastic and exceptional your stories, I am also a writer but not as good as you, I love your attention and perfection in describing the pleasant pain, I love what you write because the victim is always consenting and eager to try that extreme torture . I wanted to know if you had stories where the victim was stabbed while wearing a skirt.

 No.19144

I want someone to have sex with me with no condom or pill then I want them to stab me in my belly button and cannibalize me in my belly button while I'm wearing a white t shirt only


 No.19142[Reply]

any zine to latch on?

 No.7565[Reply]

So, I will be writing this off and on.

Once one girl is dead, another girl will be brought in for the slaughter. There is always extra ways to get into the story (such as google pics of the girls themselves, I can't post them on here, but you can email if you're curious to see the pics I use to base these girls on at esteemikey@yahoo.com)

and here... we... go...


Stephanie and her minion waited patiently in the dungeon for their first victim to enter. Stephanie was in her mid to late 20's. She was short and petite, with short black hair and deep brown eyes. She was in a leather corset, fishnet stalkings and black thigh high boots.

Her minion was the complete visual opposite of her, which was only to be expected considering he was a demon. He was easily over 8 feet tall and weighed at least 500 pounds of solid muscle. He grinned at Stephanie, showing his long white fang like teeth, as a glitter in his black void eyes seemed to shine. His body was sleek yet greasy body, except for the sharp, dark, bristly hair that covered his naked nether region which boasted an impressive 9 inch unhardened cock.

"Patience minion... Patience... Our first girl will be coming soon" Stephanie said stroking her minions arm while awaiting their first victim. It wasn't more than a minute when the door opened and 19 yearold Lacy was pushed in with her hands handcuffed behind her back.

Lacy had long dark brown hair and hazel green eyes. As she stood up it was clear that she was a little bit taller than Stephanie, and was wearing a light blue pushup bra and matching thong. The bra itself made her 36ddd tits look amazingly massive, which both Stephanie and Minion took notice of immediately. But it was when she spoke that their interest peaked. "Please! I don't know why I'm here! Please help me!" She sobbed as looked up at the 2 deviants.

They smiled down at her, and looked at each other. "She has braces!" Stephanie said with a girlish enthusiasm, as if having braces was something special, but Lacy did not understand. Minion looked down at Stephanie and smiled back.

Stephanie made her way to Lacy, grabbed her by her hair and pulled it as hard as she could causing Lacy to scream in a pathetic voice. "Listen hear you little cunt, if you want to make this easy, you lay down on your stomach and wait for my instructions!"

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 No.7566

I know, I never write as often as I use to.

But, I'll hopefully have updates once a week. I'll try at least.

 No.7721

(slow, but steady)

Minion finished chaining Lacy to the wall, placed one of his massive fingers on her chin and lifted her head. The lower half of her face was completely unrecognizable and covered in bubbling blood. Her tongue wagged up and down like a dog in the summer heat, with no more oral restraints, it was open to flopping violently.

Her eyes were dazed, but had the hint of someone "coming to". Minion smiled at her half empty eyes and let her head drop down to close to her chest.

A door opened in the dungeon and in walked a masked man dragging a body by the arms. Stephanie smiled as he brought her next victim in, Samm. 18 yearold Samm had long brown hair and dark brown eyes.

Samm's arms and legs were bound and a white cloth was placed in her mouth as a gag as she sqirmed and screamed while being brought into the dungeon room.

"Hello Samm! How are you sweetheart?" Stephanie said as the man dropped Samm to the ground and made his way to the door. "Oh, sir!" Stephanie said in a sweet voice. The masked man turned to face her. "Did you bring in my tools?"

The masked man turned toward the door, walked halfway out and grabbed a gigantic box which he brought into the room and placed next to Samm, who was still kicking and screaming through her gag.

"You're a sweetheart". Stephanie looked down at Samm and smiled. "Dont you have the prettiest mouth? I mean, from the pictures I've seen of you, you have a gorgeous smile? Just like Lacy over there?"

Samm looked over at Lacy. Her eyes bulged in horror and quickly shot back to Stephanie as she began shaking her head "no" in horror.

Stephanie laughed, "oh don't worry, your not going to be curbstomped like that little skank chained over there, i'm thinking something more intiment. Minion? Honey, how would you like to mouth fuck our little Samm over here?"

 No.8385

Good stuff, man. I always like finding stuff you write. Hope you continue this one.

Is there anywhere I can see all your stories in one place?

 No.19119

Long time since this story has been updated. An update is coming soon.


 No.19115[Reply]

i'm looking for a story i read on gurochan archive long time ago. the story is like this: a girl named aoeba sasha are going to school, suddenly she got attacked by tentacles comming from bushess. later, she got her leg cut off and then she dies at the end of the stories. anybody remember about this story ?

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